She was sitting there, headphones in, multiple people pulled up in small boxes on her laptop screen. Obviously, she was on a call and judging by her regular head nods and longing looks at her empty coffee cup it was a call that should have ended forever ago. It was her fourth day working quietly, tucked into a corner table. Always as close as possible to where the café ended, and the books began. Her long hair either twisted up into a bun or woven into a thick multicolored braid that ran over her shoulder, resting between her breasts.
I was cleaning off the table adjacent to hers, doing my best not to openly stare. My eyes followed her braid up past her neck; over her lips, parted slightly, almost in a smile; to her eyes. AJ, as her cups were labeled, was looking back at me. Dropping my gaze to the table in front of me, I swept my own hair off my face and behind my ear doing my best to hide my face with my hand. Shuffling as fast as I could, nearly taking out Tim as I rounded the floating wall, back to the safety of the espresso bar.
“Christ, Chrissy. You okay?” He asked bemused.
“Yeah,” I stammered. “Sorry.”
“Get it together and go man the register. I have to take a leak before you take your half hour.”
Rolling my eyes, I washed my hands and stood in front of the register. That’s when she walked up. I admired her height, still a surprise to me even after four days, and her body. She was curvy everywhere I wasn’t. Places I had been imagining all week where I would fit nicely. She smiled, placing her wallet down on the counter.
“Finally off your call?” I asked.
“Yes,” she laughed lightly. “It’s always slated for 45 minutes and always goes over by at least an hour.”
“It looked. . .” I hesitated thinking of the right word.
“Terrible?” She offered.
I laughed, relaxing a little.
“Was it that obvious?”
“I wish someone would look at me the way you kept looking at your coffee cup.”
“Maybe they do,” she spoke softer this time.
I shook my head no. Loosening a piece of hair.
“Maybe they do,” she said again. “And you just don’t see it.” Her hand reached out and hovered next to my face. “May I?”
I didn’t say anything, certain that the sound of my voice would shatter the illusion. Her fingers brushed against my face as she tucked the lose strand behind my ear. I focused on my breathing, doing my best to steady it.
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The door to the warehouse closed slowly behind us. For a moment AJ was distracted by the bags of coffee beans. Her eyes clear and wide as she took everything in. They landed on me, taking me in. I could feel them working their way down, looking past my clothing. My breath caught in my throat as she reached for me. Running her hands gently down my arms. “May I?” She asked again. Her hands now on my hips, making their way up my shirt.
“Please,” I whispered. The smell of coffee filled my nose as my short-sleeve grey shirt and apron landed on the floor kicking up bean dust. Her lips followed her hands kissing every ounce of skin exposed. With each kiss, they searched more greedily for the next part of me. She guided me onto a pile of bags filled with coffee beans. Her fingers combed through my hair. Her lips parted and her tongue met mine. Her fingers teased my nipples as they travelled my body. I looked deep into her eyes, pleading with her to take all of me.
She smiled. “You’re so beautiful,” she said. Her hands unfastened my jeans, tugging them off, I lay there open to her. Her lips brushed against mine. Every inch of me waited in breathless wonder for her to kiss me again. My pussy throbbed and I knew if only she would touch me, she would slide right in.
AJ kissed my mouth, my neck, my tits. Her hand sliding further up my thigh. Gently opening my legs, I ached waiting for her touch. She watched my face as her cold fingers entered me. The air left my body and I held onto her as she began. We kissed, our bodies moving in rhythm as her fingers sliding in and out of me. Gaining momentum. Every part of me sang. I gasped as she went deeper and deeper. My jaw shook lightly. Her thumb moved in circles against my clit. My breath, heavy and erratic, hitched.
“Oh God,” she moaned into my ear. Her face pulling away from mine as she made her way down to the ground. Kneeling before me, goosebumps coursed over my body as her tongue moved against my clit. I stifled a moan.
“No,” she instructed. “Don’t hold back.”
I relaxed, thrusting myself softly against her. Her hand grabbed my ass as she buried herself inside me. My back arched; my breath ragged. “Give me all of you. Come for me.”
I gasped for air, my knees weakening as her tongue continued to massage me. “Yes, yes. . .” I reached for her. Any part of her. My eyes closed, the world faded, and in that moment, I melted. When I opened my eyes, she was sitting there, propped against my knees. A gooey smile spread across her face. I sat up, leaning forward, and kissed her deeply, tasting the both of us together.
“Thank you,” I said. She rested her head on my lap as I played with the end of her braid. As my pulse steadied and my voice found itself again, I told her, “You know, you never got your caramel or crunchy toppings. If you come back tomorrow, it will be my treat.”